I didn’t move when the man in the sharp suit said my name, nor did I flinch. I just stared at him with every ounce of rage I had left.

“Wren Blevine,” he repeated like it was some grand introduction. 

“I’ve waited a long time to see you in person.”

Mira hissed behind me. 

“Creepy.”

I kept my chin high. 

“Who the hell are you?”

He smiled, sleek and rehearsed. 

“You can call me Julian or just the man with the biggest ...